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Outdoors in New England 

"But when the voice of Nature speaks to me 

From all her hills, and all her beauteous woods, 

Bidding my heart rejoice, and when I see 

The grandeur of her ever-varying moods, 

The trees uplifting mighty arms of green, — 

The clouds that float, lace-like across the blue; 

The softly flowing river, and the sheen 

Of flowers in every beauteous form and hue; 

Or when the voice of thunder rolls along. 

Reverberating 'mongst the ancient hills, — 

And lightning lances dart the clouds among, 

My soul forgets its petty cares and ills." — Mary Cosier. 



OUTDOORS IN NEW ENGLAND! What 
delicious memories the pulse-stirring phrase brings 
back to those who know in their souls what it means! 
What entrancing visions of care-free camp life in the heart 
of the ancient wilderness, of delightful canoe cruises by river 
and lake, of inspiring views f.cm summits of lofty mountains, 
of glorious excursions through the sinuosities of enchanting 
valleys, of undulating folds of crinkling surf breaking upon 
long stretches of creamy beach, of indescribable sunsets and 
rapturous moonlight nights ! 

And then, the haunting recollections of appetizing tramps 
through field and forest and along the singing strand; of brain- 
clearing yachting trips amid green archipelagoes; of fishing, of 
golf, of tennis, of botanizing expeditions, of hay-rides, picnics, 



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coaching parades — but why should one try to describe the de- 
lights of summer outdoor existence in New England? It can 
be understood only by those who live it; it cannot be adequately 
pictured or told, for there is that intangible "something" to the 
scenery, the air, the very physical life of the New England 
outdoors that defies analysis. It possesses qualities, indeed, 
that even California and Colorado would be glad to count 
among their attributes. 

In a word, New England is the ideal, the perfect resting- 
up section of America; and it matters little whether the respite 
from work or social slavery is needed in summer or in winter. 
To apply to New England the words of Aldrich : 

"Wide open and unguarded stand our gates. 

Named of the four winds — North, South, East and West; 

Portals that lead to an enchanted land" 




whose enchantment abides twelve months in the year, and 
whose welcome for the wearied hosts from the world's great 
marts is as constant as it is cordial. 

Ever since the people of American cities began to under- 
stand that a summer vacation is the very best insurance policy 
for health, happiness and long life, that peculiarly blessed sec- 
tion of the United States which from earliest days has been 
known as New England has been their favorite summer 
pleasure ground. 

Nor is it at all remarkable that such should have been 
the case; for in none of the world's great subdivisions is there 
a region more peculiarly adapted to such purpose. Not only 
did a prodigal Nature endow the six New England common- 
wealths with most attractive topography, but it favored them 
with conditions of air and climate that meet to the full the most 
exacting requirements of summer rest-seekers. In short, New 
England is nothing more nor less than Nature's made-to-order 
vacation playground of America. 

Its very latitude would naturally make for salubrious 
summertime conditions; and to favorable location is added the 
inestimable benefit of special ocean influences that no other part 
of the continent shares in like degree, for the great Arctic cur- 
rent, sweeping down from the cold waters of the north, past 
Newfoundland and Nova Scotia, comes just near enough to the 
New England coast to impart to it a delicious coolness; while 
from the great Canadian region to the north come other cool 




breaths, sweetened with the balsamic fragrance of thousands 
of square miles of forest. 

Even the west winds bring with them a soothing and 
tempering influence, for they come from the great lakes and the 
faraway prairies, filtered by the pine and spruce forests of the 
Adirondacks. All things seem to work for New England's 
good, and of those who are happily domiciled within its 
boundaries, in the glad summer time. 

Not even in respect to altitude is New England lacking 
in the requirements of a first-class summer resort; for the rest- 
seeker may choose between the absolute level of the sea or the 
5000- foot elevation of a mountain summit; nay, he may sleep 




out under the twinkling stars a thousand feet yet higher above 
the level of old Ocean if so he wills. 

The depths of the forest, the edge of the sea, the shore 
of the lake, the crown of the cloud-kissing mountain, the 
valley, the farm, the village, the town, the lumber camp all 
offer a welcome to the tourist, the vacationist, the rest-seeker, 
the "summer boarder" — whatever he may choose to call him- 
self. Outside the large cities themselves and some of these 
are popular centres of summer travel — there is scarcely any 
part of New England that does not lend itself to the enchant- 
ments of outdoor vacation life. 

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worries of business or office, the progress made by New Eng- 
land as a national sanatorium during the last few years has 
been one of the marvels of the age. Liberal exploitation of its 
attractions and improved transportation facilities have been 
largely responsible for this remarkable "boom," but the chief 
factor has been the magnetic "individuality" of the section 
itself; for if any part of this continent may be said to possess 
an individuality of its own, it is New England. 

Just think what New England stands for in the sum total 
of its attributes! Its traditions date back to the mystic early 
Indian times and to the advent of the Norse explorers; its 
modern history from the time of Champlain and the landing of 
the Pilgrims. 

Upon its map, like bright splashes of sunlight, lie such 
hallowed places as Boston, Concord, Lexington, Plymouth 
and Salem, each radiating its silent, subtle influence to the re- 
motest boundaries of the section. The glamor of the Colonial 
period, and the inspiration of the Revolution alike rests upon 
it, and in almost every part of it is to be found the one-time 
home of some great representative of American letters. 

No other section of our common country basks in such an 
atmosphere as this — an atmosphere that is the fitting com- 
plement of New England's priceless possessions of mountain, 
lake, river, farmland, forest and seashore. Thousands who 
have come merely to worship at its shrines of history have 
fallen willing and perpetual victims to the blandishments of its 
landscape. 





This is especially true of the four states of Maine, New 
Hampshire, Vermont and Massachusetts, each of them possess- 
ing its own special characteristics, and each having the neces- 
sary facilities for entertaining vast numbers of summer visitors 
from other less favored sections of the Union. 

In addition to the hundreds of pleasure resorts scattered 
throughout this diversified territory of forest, lake, mountain 




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and farm country, there are a number of places which, by 
reason of altitude or the possession of curative waters, have 
come to rank among the leading health resorts of the country; 
for New England is today a recognized health resort, as well 
as a vacation pleasure ground. 





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There are famous centers, like Poland Spring, where 
hundreds find relief from overtaxed nerves or impoverished 
vitality; others, like Bethlehem, where hay fever victims 
gather in regiments each summer, certain before they start 
of relief from their affliction, and yet others like Rutland, 
Mass., where the Great White Plague is being successfully 
fought. 

New England, therefore, is a Switzerland, a Homburg 
and a Riviera combined, and a magnified Black Forest as 
well. Well may the poet exclaim that it is a place where the 
soul forgets its petty cares and ills. 

It is a region where the eye of the invalid grows brighter, 
the step of the tired business man more elastic, the cheeks 
of the child rosier, and where the inspiration of the literary 
worker soars higher. There is enjoyment and comfort and 
renewed health for all ages and all conditions in glorious, 
free and untrammeled New England. 

Moreover, in the calendar of its outdoor activities and 
enjoyments there is practically no respite, for New England 
itself takes no vacation. There are times during the year 
when one would not care to take a pleasure trip to Florida, 
or even to Southern California, but with New England it is 
different. It keeps "open house" throughout the four seasons, 
even in midwinter. 

The vacation season in this delectable land of "all out- 
doors" may be said to commence with the flowing of the sap 




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in the maple sugar orchards of Vermont and New Hampshire, 
in March. "Sugaring-off" parties are then the order of the day, 
and these early-spring festivities are enjoyed by hundreds of 
young and middle-aged people from the cities and large towns, 
with the snow yet deep upon the ground. 

Vermont alone produces more than $3,000,000 worth 
of this popular saccharine product every year, so that maple- 
sugar making has a very important commercial side, as well 
as an interesting sentimental phase. The industry antedates 
even the advent of the white settlers in this country, for the 
Indians before them knew the art of tapping the maple trees 
and converting the sap into sugar and syrup. 

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"autumnal foliage" excursions and its "big game" hunting 
expeditions, the New England country is alive with visitors 
from the cities; and in these later days, even the winter months 
find many of them tramping in Indian file on snow-shoes 
through the notches and ravines of the mountains over four 
or five feet of snow. 

It is truly a region of "pleasures perpetual, joys that 
never pall." 

Of course, the high tide of summer life comes to New 
England during the "vacation months" of July and August, 
but June and September find many visitors there, especially 
those who have their permanent summer homes there. Sep- 
tember, on account of the remarkable clarity of the atmos- 



phere, the wonderful sunsets and the marvellous foliage trans- 
formations, appeals to a large contingent among those who 
are not tied down too closely by business duties, and this end- 
of-the-season extension of vacation time is especially noticeable 
in the mountain region, where, in response to it, even the larger 
hotels are in these days keeping their doors open at least a 
fortnight later than they formerly did. 

April and May are the months of fishing in New Eng- 
land and, outside of the cities, it would be difficult to find a 
square mile of territory where some form of this most popular 
of all outdoor pastimes can not be enjoyed. This is one "call 
of the wild" that appeals to young and old and middle-aged 
alike, and, from the Berkshires to Katahdin it wakes up all 
New England and a goodly section of the rest of the country. 

"When lilacs are a buddin' 

And the crocus cup's in sight, 
Then you'd best be gettin' ready — 

For the fish is goin' to bite " 

In Maine alone there are 2,500 lakes and ponds in which 
the angler can try his luck for trout and bass and landlocked 
salmon, and in New Hampshire and Vermont the twentieth 
century Waltons may choose between Winnipesaukee, Suna- 
pee, Memphremagog, Willoughby, Newfound and scores of 
other lovely water-sheets where game fish of every species 
indigenous to this part of the country are anxiously awaiting 
the cast of the multi-colored fly. 




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Fishing in New England, indeed, is a mighty big and 
important subject — so important, in fact, that it requires a 
special Boston and Maine railroad booklet to do it justice. 

And then, there is the salt-water fishing — a kind that 
appeals to another class of lovers of outdoor life, and which 
can be indulged in along any part of the New England 
seashore, from the New York line to Quoddy Head. From 
boat or wharf and sometimes even from surf-washed cliff, 
a baited line thrown out to where "leap the long Atlantic 
swells" will almost always bring back to the fisherman its toll 
of cod, haddock, blue-fish, flounder or perch. 

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season," and this delightful form of sport constitutes a favorite 
pastime with many of those who make their summer vacation 
headquarters somewhere along the indented 3,000 miles of 
northern New England coast. 

April, too, brings the lovely and fragrant New England 
arbutus, and many a happy group of young people go forth 
from city and town in search of this earliest and most beauti- 
ful of wild flowers. 

May is the month of apple blossoms here — an outdoor 
display of beauty and perfume that all too few city dwellers 
are privileged to enjoy. The ripened fruit, splashing the 
landscape with brilliant reds and yellows, many of the "summer 
boarders" do see, however, and it is one of the memories of 
their outdoor "loaf" that they cherish most. 

"May breakfasts" in the towns and "May walks" in 
the country are features of this lovely month in various sections 
of New England, the "May walk" being a delightful in- 
stitution of former days that is lately being revived. Under 
the guidance of one who is an authority on the history, to- 
pography and botany of the region, a company of towns- 
people composed of both sexes enjoys a leisurely excursion 
through some interesting country section, reached, perhaps, 
after an hour or two's ride by train; and it is invariably an 
outing that is both exhilarating and instructive. 

It will be seen that even thus early in the season, New 
England's outdoor activities are beginning to stir. 




The advent of June gives them a further impetus, for 
this is the month of college commencements and class day 
festivities and New England is one of the greatest educational 
centers in the country. These interesting events, usually with 
outdoor accompaniments, set in motion much travel by rail- 
road, all of which means that the participants are privileged 
to see the New England country in its most attractive early- 
summer guise, when leaves and grass alike have donned their 
most delicate and lovely shades of green. 

Picture to yourself, for instance, the delights of a June- 
day trip from Boston to Hanover, N. H., to participate in the 
commencement exercises at Dartmouth College — a route that 
takes one for intoxicating miles along the winding banks of 
the charming Merrimac river, and thence through more miles 




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of lake-dotted farm and forest land until the peerless Con- 
necticut is reached. Or a trip from the same point to Wil- 
liamstown, the charming seat of Williams College, through 
the smiling orchard country of Central Massachusetts and 
through the picturesque Hoosac Mountains by way of the 
beautiful and historic valley of the Deerfield River. 

These are but samples of a score of such inspiring ex- 
cursions that may be enjoyed in northern New England in 
connection with the closing ceremonies of its splendid colleges, 
universities and academies. 

Nor are these "educational trips," if such they may be 
called, confined to the month of June; for education never 
sleeps in New England, and there are "summer schools" at 
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and other places, all of which attract large numbers of attend- 
ants and visitors. 

The Green Acre summer school is a typically New 
England institution which, to a certain extent takes the place 
of the famous Concord School of Philosophy of fragrant 
Massachusetts memory. It is a sort of open forum where 
everyone who attends is permitted to air his or her opinions 
on psychic, religious, educational and other themes. Some 
of the greatest thinkers of this and other lands have contributed 
their presence and opinions to these gatherings. 

Green Acre is situated on the banks of the Piscataqua 
River, three or four miles east of Portsmouth, N. H., of 
Peace Conference fame, and the rail journey thither takes 
one from Boston through historic Salem and Ipswich and the 
wide-spreading marshes that surround Newburyport and the 
Hamptons — those marshes that suggest the splendid verses 
of Sidney Lanier and Bliss Carman, and which are such a 
striking and picturesque feature of this part of the New Eng- 
land landscape. 

The trip to the Moody summer school at Northfield makes 
another delightful excursion from that greatest of all "side- 
trip" centers — Boston. Northfield is situated on the Con- 
necticut river at one of its most picturesque parts, and the 
trip includes a large section of the pleasant Massachusetts coun- 
try traversed in the journey to Williamstown. Greenfield, one 
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and visited by rest-seekers all the year around, is a near neighbor 
to Northneld. 

This is historic territory, for it includes the scene of the 
Indian massacres at Deerfield and Turner's Falls. 

The vacation "season" in New England may be said 
to be formally inaugurated around the Fourth of July. At 




that time many of the leading hotels at the Mountains and 
seashore throw their doors open and give the public the bene- 
fit of special rates, as is likewise done in September. 

This opportunity of enjoying a delightful trip through 
the most delectable portion of the New England landscape 
and an over-the-Fourth stay at one of the fine mountain hotels 



is availed of by hundreds from Boston, New York and other 
cities to the south. The great exodus to the highlands be- 
gins several weeks later, however, and reaches its climax in 
August. By this time the mountain summer colony numbers 
thousands, and every section of the continent, from Maine 
to Texas and California, is represented. 

With the advent of mid-July, the "outdoor" season in 
New England is in full swing, and there is but little diminu- 
tion of its varied activities until the arrival of Labor Day in 
early September sounds the "first call for home." 

Within that six or eight weeks a stupendous amount of 
enjoyment is gotten out of life by the million or so of vaca- 
tionists and "week-enders" who are constantly in the realm 
of the summer-boarder. While the multi-millionaires at regal 
Bar Harbor are going into well-bred ecstacies over their an- 
nual August horse show, the five-dollar-a-week sojourners at 
the tidy little farms of New Hampshire or Vermont are ex- 
tracting an equal amount of fun and satisfaction out of hay- 
rack rides and neighborhood picnics. 

At Winnipesaukee, Asquam, Sunapee and other favorite 
lake and river resorts, motor-boat, canoe and sail-boat carnivals 
are in progress by day and night. The devotees of Saratoga 
are enjoying the annual race meet, the summer guests at Mag- 
nolia, on the Massachusetts North Shore, are applauding 
their late July water carnival; picturesque Marblehead is at- 
tracting hundreds to gaze upon that inspiring spectacle, the 




annual rendezvous of the New York and Eastern Yacht Club 
squadrons; Old Orchard is agog with its own particular vaca- 
tion-season "events;" throughout the Granite State, in August, 
scores of towns are celebrating with parade, carnival and re- 
union, the delightful "Old-Home Week" festival as only 
New Hampshire can observe it; Boston is overflowing with 
conventions of national organizations from "all over," whose 
delegates, many of whom have never seen the salt ocean, 
are enjoying delightful side trips throughout the New England 
vacation country, and upon the near-by Charles, at Riverside, 
the annual illuminated canoe carnival is attracting thousands 
of pleased spectators. 

And this is by no means the whole story, for at one 
and the same time there are in progress tramping expeditions 
to the White and Francoma mountains, religious camp meet- 
ings at Asbury Grove, Lake Pleasant, Alton Bay, Old Orchard 
and elsewhere; music festivals at Weirs; open air theatrical per- 
formances at various summer social centers; "shore" dinners 
and clambakes at the beaches, illuminated carnivals at Revere, 
long-distance horseback trips and automobile tours; excursions 
unnumbered to Concord, Lexington, Haverhill, Salem and 
other New England points of historic interest; sea trips, trolley 
trips, tally-ho trips and trips afoot here, there and everywhere — 
for the refrain of all America today is: 



"Beyond the East the sunrise, beyond the West the sea, 

And East and West the wander-thirst that will not let me be!" 

— Qerald Could 




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And after all this kaleidoscopic and continuous observ- 
ance of the "regular'* vacation season is at an end, the "autum- 
nal foliage" excursions to the mountains and the Hudson River 
— the "consolation prize" of those who have failed to get their 
share of the midsummer enjoyments — are set in motion, and 
no chapter of the New England vacation story is more delight- 
ful than this one. 

And the end is not even yet, for now cometh the mighty 
hunter of " big game," meaning the moose, deer, bear and 
caribou that lurk in the leafy wilds of Maine, New Brunswick 
and other parts of New England and the Canadian provinces; 
and after him, again, not the "deluge," but the hardy advent- 
urer from the steam-heated cities, fired by the strenuous achieve- 
ments of the famous "Appalachians," who snowshoes it through 
the mountain defiles and across the blizzard-swept lakes in 
true Abel Crawford style during January and February; and 
thus ends (or begins?) the outdoor calendar of vacation in 
New England. 

Who can measure the sum total of the renewed health, the 
mental expansion, the enlargement of friendships and the satis- 
faction of soul that it has brought to its participants ? 

It is, of course, impossible for any one authority to decide 
just which is the grandest view, the most enjoyable trip, the 
most edifying experience that this vast and varied New Eng- 
land vacation country affords. The individual point of view 
must always decide these things. 



It is not the purpose of this brochure to invade the fields 
so adequately covered by the various special publications of 
the Boston & Maine railroad, but rather to supplement these 
by giving a few general suggestions along the line of getting 
the most out of summer life in New England at the minimum 
expenditure of time and trouble. 




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Practically all of these great outdoor "departments" are 
covered by special booklets, so that the man or woman who 
wishes to "read up" on the mountains, the seashore, the prin- 
cipal lake resorts or the fishing and hunting section of this 
wonderful Eastern Country may readily do so through the med- 
ium of these nature-breathing publications. 





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There are various ways of "seeing New England," in- 
cluding in these days, balloon trips; but the one indispensable 
way is as a passenger on a Boston and Maine train. No 
matter whither his willing footsteps would carry him, the sum- 
mer tourist, if his objective point lies at any distance, must 
go by rail, and the New England landscape is so constructed 
that even the most unromantic and economical railroad manage- 
ment could not possibly get its tracks to run very far away from 
attractive scenery. 

As an example, take the route into Vacation Land from 
the Boston & Maine's western gateway at Rotterdam Junction, 
over which such a large proportion of summer visitors from the 
western part of the country come. 

This takes one through some of the most inviting pastoral 
scenery of New York and Vermont, with enchanting glimpses 
of the Hudson river and the faraway Catskill mountains, and 
then through the picturesque Hoosac- Berkshire hill country, 
which is practically a continuation of the superb Green Moun- 
tains of Vermont. 

From this delightful picture, the hurrying vestibuled ex- 
press with its happy crowd of holiday-makers plunges through 
the dark miles of the famous Hoosac tunnel into the wild 
Scottish-like beauty of the historic Deerfield Valley. The 
tumbling stream that runs through this picturesque defile is fol- 
lowed closely all the way. Its junction with the broad and 
beautiful Connecticut, near Greenfield, is one of the most 




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charming spots in all New England, with a scenic beauty all 
its own. In traversing this part of his journey the tourist has 
followed one of the ancient Indian trails that played such 
a tragic part in the early Colonial history of New England, 
and could he have tarried at Williamstown or North Adams, 
near the west portal of Hoosac Tunnel, and ascended to the 
summit of Greylock, the highest mountain in this section, he 
might have enjoyed a magnificent panoramic view of all of 
this part of the old Bay State. 

From Greenfield to Boston the way lies through fertile 
agricultural lands, where some of the best crops of the State 
are raised. The landscape is etched with attractive towns 
and villages, some of them of considerable size and much 



industrial importance and the topographical features include 
grand old Mt. Monadnock on the left and comely Wachusett 
on the right, these being the most aspiring eminences to be 
noted between there and the "Hub." 

Of the environs of Boston, volumes might be written. 
Here are found some of the world's largest and most profitable 
market gardens and conservatories; and here, too, are Lexing- 
ton, Concord, Acton, Medford and Cambridge and other 
places whose names are inseparable from the history of the 
day when was fired "the shot heard round the world." And 
even more ancient history than that is written in the memorial 
pile that rises in Norumbega to mark the supposed site of the 
Norsemen's temporary bivouac in this part of the new world. 




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Altogether, it is a fascinating, delightful, inspiring journey, 
this wonderful railroad ride from the portals of the Empire 
State to the vestibule of the Modern Athens. 

And then there are the glorious along-shore trips down 
the serried coast-line of Massachusetts, New Hampshire and 
Maine — big or little journeys, as the spirit moves. 

Who can even think of the New England seashore without 
feeling his pulses beat more quickly? In thirty or forty minutes' 
ride out of Boston, one can look upon the rugged beauty of 
the coast and the moving majesty of the sea. 

As near at hand as Nahant and Swampscott, and as far 
away as Eastport, the summer visitor may compass the Atlantic 
shore by train. Let us invite him, in imagination, to Marble- 
head, within an hour's journey from the metropolis. Here, in 
one of America's oldest and quaintest towns, guarded by one 
of its rockiest and most picturesque peninsulas, he may see 
and hear and live the life of the sea, just as if his journey 
had taken him 200 miles further "Down East." 

Delighted with rugged Marblehead and its rugged people, 
the tourist ventures farther afield, to Beverly and Manchester, 
in whose palatial, tree-embowered estates live many of the 
chief of America's swelling list of merchant princes and indust- 
rial emperors. Here, too, is the summer resting-place of the 
President of the United States, as well as of the foreign diplo- 
mat from Washington and the literary lion of the nation. 





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Wealth, fashion, culture find their highest expression here 
and at neighboring Magnolia, whose palace-hotels are hives 
of social gaiety, and whose frowning cliffs look down upon 
"the reef of Norman's woe." 

This is the social center of Massachusetts' famous North 
Shore, unique in all the country; and beyond it, at the tip of 
Cape Ann, lie the tourist-artist colonies of Gloucester, Rock- 
port, Pigeon Cove and Annisquam, 

"Where the roses grow down to the sea, 

And where the white ripples laugh up to the roses " 

And this is but the prologue to an endless stretch of 
similar beauty spots fronting the restless Atlantic to the remotest 
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Hampton and Rye beaches, with the lonely wave-en- 
circled Isles of Shoals in New Hampshire; Kittery, York, 
Ogunquit, Old Orchard, Cape Elizabeth, Casco Bay, Booth- 
bay, Rockland, Blue Hill, Bar Harbor and the superlatively 
beautiful Frenchman's and Passamaquoddy Bays, unfold to 
the enchanted vision, one after the other, like the illuminated 
pages of an edition de luxe, as the wayfarer journeys eastward 
toward the rising sun. 

And after the New England coastline proper has ceased 
to be, there lies the mystic Bay of Fundy region, with its 
mighty tides and the seductive beauty of New Brunswick, 
Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island and even Newfoundland 
— for New England is, after all, but the opening chapter of 
the fascinating wonder-story of the Down East seacoast. 

Weeks, yes months, could be spent in exploring this 
surf-kissed edge of the eastern part of North America, but 
some parts of it may be visited and enjoyed in a few hours 
or days. Shortsighted indeed is the man or woman who, 
visiting New England for the first time, fails to take at least 
a nearby trip to its peerless seashore and there experience the 
priceless joy of a bath in the saline waters of the Atlantic. 

Come then, ye sturdy people from the prairie farms and 
the strenuous cities of the great West, and apply to yourselves 
the rite of baptism that alone will make you American citi- 
zens "to the manner born!" 




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"Here in the ancient forest maze, 
Remote from Mammon's specious ways, 

And wandering at my will. 
Herbs, flowers and trees shall be my friends, 
And birds and streamlets make amends 

For much of earthly ill " — John McPherson 

Let us turn now, by way of contrast, to the very antithesis 
of the open New England seashore — the heart of the Maine 
wilderness. 

Here, if anywhere, is the great New England Outdoors, 
free, untrammeled, unconventional, widespreading, silent and 
eternal. The New England wilderness always will abide, for 
men who would destroy it ruthlessly would not go unscathed 
of the Almighty who fashioned it. 




A Springtime Symphony 



Again we follow in the wake of the iron horse and once 
more he charges toward the Eastern Country, only this time 
forsaking the coast ere he has traversed half of its length 

The wonderful, wonderful Maine wilderness, with its 
ten million acres, its two thousand or more water sheets and its 
numberless rivers and streams! Here, in its solemn, needle- 
carpeted aisles lingers the spirit of the departed red men; here 
run the trails of the moose, the deer, the wildcat and the hare ; 
here by the lakeside, whose whispering birches is the camp ot 
the hunter and fisherman, the smoke of his fire curling upward 
toward the untarnished blue. 

Here too, resounds the axe of the lumberman, the bark 
of the fox, the hoot of the owl; and anon through the silences 



comes the faint swish of the paddle or the sharp crack of the 
rifle. Ah, the New England wilderness must not be spoken 
of lightly. It must be lived and felt. It cannot be expressed. 
Even more than the sight and the sound of the sea, a 
week or a month in the heart of this ancient forest will bring 
the sojourner humbly to the feet of Nature. For perfect rest 
and perfect healing of mind and body and soul there is noth- 
ing like a vacation in this part of the New England play- 
ground. 

Even from the mountains, spiritually uplifting though they 
be, one can see the great world about one. Here, by the lake- 
side, or in the runway of the moose, there is no world but the 
world of trees and water and sky. Here, if anywhere, man 




may commune with nature, with himself and with the God 
who made him. 

Thoreau knew what the great New England wilderness 
meant to the souls and the bodies of men, and many who 
came after him have known it in fullness also. 

The tourist who aspires to conquer the woods of Maine 
has his choice of numerous gateways. Most of those who 
visit them go there to fish or to shoot, and for these there are 
"seasons;" but many there are in these days who plunge into 
the wilderness simply to let its free life and healing air soak 
into their veins and lungs for a while, caring nothing for the 
furry furtive denizens, save to photograph or study them. 

The spring fisherman — and how vastly has his tribe in- 




A Reaver Lodge is rather a rare sight nowadays 



creased — will go into the wilderness around the early part of 
May, for the ice goes out of the big fishing lakes usually about 
the last week in April. The big game hunter, of course, will 
book his passage in the fall, for from the middle of October 
till the last of December is the only period that legally is his. 

Hunter, fisherman or ordinary tourist may find the life 
they long for in almost any part of the wilderness north and 
east of Portland they choose to visit. The beautiful Rangeley 
Lakes region, a thousand feet above the sea, is one of the 
most accessible, and from here there is a delightful return route 
by way of Dixville Notch and the White Mountains. 

The Dead River country was wilderness enough for 
Benedict Arnold and it will suffice for most Americans of to- 
day. At glorious Moosehead Lake, the largest of Maine's 
water-sheets, and at regal Sebago and Belgrade, the tourist will 
find himself upon "the edge of things." 

"Joy-seeking through a world of care and pain," he may 
plunge from Moosehead into a wilderness region almost as im- 
penetrable as the African jungles and be rewarded by a com- 
panionship with Nature that will be a soothing memory for 
many a day. 

In this vast empire whose legions are the spicy firs and 
pines and spruces, one will in these days find camps in which 
many of the comforts of civilization abide; even hotels, with 
most of the appurtenances of the modern summer hostelry, he 
will discover ere he gets away from "the edge of things." 



Of all the joys of forest life, perhaps there is none so 
delightful and altogether satisfying as the canoe cruise through 
lake and river. Such journeys can be extended, with short car- 
ries, over several hundred miles and all sorts of interesting 
"combinations" can be made, for the Maine woods are better 
known to-day than they were at the time of Thoreau's visit 
half a century ago. 




How could Ihey help "looking pleasant"? 



To float through miles of silent forest by day and enjoy 
by night, under a canvas tent, the sweet slumbers that come 
only to those whose lungs have been filled with New England 
a i r — that is something to talk about and dream about for many 
a long day after. 



So, then, the man or woman who seeks to learn just what 
is meant by this much-discussed "Outdoors in New England" 
can never come to a full knowledge of it until he or she has 
tasted of this incomparable wilderness existence. 

The thing is "no sooner said than done," for the tourist 
who stows himself away in his sleeping-car berth at Boston in 
the evening can wake up at breakfast time next morning and 
find himself transported, as upon the magic carpet, to the 
shores of Rangeley or Moosehead lakes. 

Nor are the joys and benefits of outdoor life in Maine 
confined to its "wilderness" region. 

For instance, there is Poland Spring, but a few miles 
beyond Portland, where one may enjoy the revivifying virtues 
of high altitude, combined with inspiring rural scenery, a variety 
of outdoor pastimes and all the refinements of modern hotel 
existence. 

Poland Spring, indeed, with its acres of meadow, its 
fragrant pine groves, its wonderful vistas of the distant White 
Mountains, its lovely water-sheets bespeaking the delights of 
fishing and canoeing, its famous curative springs and its de- 
lightful social life that brings together the best people from the 
four quarters of the continent, is one of the most superb of New 
England's all-the-year-around vacation resorts. 

This is essentially an "outdoor" community, and among 
its numerous attractions the splendid golf course that furnishes 
pastime and exercise for so many of Poland Spring's sojourners 



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The climb toward the Clouds 



occupies a conspicuous place. It is considered by all devotees 
of the sport to be one of the finest courses in the country. 

Bar Harbor, famed for its glorious scenery and its ultra- 
fashionable life, is another of Maine's peerless resorts where mani- 
fold attractions would require an entire volume to do it full justice 

The same is true in scarcely less degree of Rockland 
Breakwater, yet another beauty spot of the Pine Tree State. 
This delightful place, situated on the westerly side of Penobscot 
Bay, near Rockland, presents a magnificent combination of 
seashore and mountain resort; for, although it faces the ocean, 
it has a picturesque background of mountain, valley and forest, 
some of its guardian hills rising to a height of more than 1 ,000 





feet. The scenic, the romantic and the historic, not to mention 
the hygienic, combine to make this entire section of the Maine 
coast irresistibly attractive to the rest- and health-seeker. 

"There, in the high, blue heavens, blest, 

A lofty mountain lifts its crest, 

So sure, so white, so free from dearth, 

It hardly seems to know the earth" — Henry Bannister Merwin 

Another turn of the New England kaleidoscope, and lo, 
the Mountains appear, in all their purple and cloud-crowned 
glory ! 

Surely the vacation visitor to New England will want 
to make the acquaintance of the mountains — the crowning glory 
of New England itself. 







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Here, again, he must call to his aid the good offices of the 
Scenic Line of the Eastern Country, for air-ships are not yet 
perfected and the ordinary Balloon Route is, as yet, somewhat 
unreliable. 

The Boston & Maine System is tributary to all of the 
great mountain groups of eastern America, including the Adi- 
rondack^ and the Catskills, but the White and Franconia 
Mountains of New Hampshire and the Green Mountains of 
Vermont are the highland resorts in which the majority of its 
patrons are interested. 

The latter have been not inaptly called the Alps of 
New England, and certainly there is nothing to compare with 
them in height or in beauty east of the Rockies. Mt. Wash- 
ington, the monarch of the Presidential Range, rises 6,293 
feet above the level of the ocean that may be viewed from its 
summit a hundred miles away, and grouped around it are 
scores of majestic peaks ranging in altitude from 3,000 to 
5,500 feet and affording views almost as sublime as those 
from the Sierra Nevadas. 

As is the case of the Maine wilderness, there are several 
different "gateways" through which these mountain fastnesses 
in the northern part of the Granite State may be entered. 
Tourists coming from New York and southern points go by 
way of the far-famed Connecticut Valley route — a highway 
of never-flagging beauty and interest. 

This route takes the traveler through Hartford and Spring- 
field and along the banks of the beautiful Connecticut, one of 




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the most important streams in this part of the United States. 
The scenery is a constant succession of elm-shaded stretches 
of river, waterfalls, "ox-bows," intervales, serpentines and 
high wooded banks, with such delightful towns as Deerfield, 
Greenfield, Bellows Falls, White River Junction, Brattleboro, 
Hanover (the seat of Dartmouth College) and Wells River 
to mark the progress of New England civilization and culture. 

The mountain country proper is entered through the west- 
ern portal, and as if by some touch of magic the Connecticut 
is replaced by the picturesque Ammonoosuc, tumbling joyously 
through its boulder-strewn channel from its source in the Lake 
Among the Clouds, but a few hundred feet below the bald 
summit of Mt. Washington. 



Another delightful route — the one usually followed by 
visitors from Boston and eastern Massachusetts — is that which 
takes one up through the glorious Merrimac Valley, and then 
through the lovely Pemigewasset Valley into the heart of the 
hills. 

This "Merrimac Valley Route" is justly celebrated as 
one of the most charming in the land. The first few miles 
of the trip lies through a part of Boston's attractive suburbs, 
where are found many of the productive market gardens that 
form such an interesting feature of this section of Massachu- 
setts. 

Twenty-six miles from Boston, or about 40 minutes' run 
by express, is Lowell, the famous textile center, where the 




clatter of looms is incessantly heard, and where fabrics that 
help to clothe the entire world are fashioned. Here, for the 
tourist who has the time and inclination, are presented splendid 
opportunities for an intimate and instructive study of one of the 
most important sources of New England's wealth and pros- 
perity. 

A few minutes after leaving Lowell, there comes a 
change in the "moving picture" that is almost startling, and 
there dawns one of the beautiful vistas in America — the wind- 
ing, placid, tree and farm-bordered Merrimac River. In all 
its varying moods, it will be almost continuously in sight of the 
traveler for fifty miles. 

Sometimes the river broadens out into lake-like propor- 
tions, at other times it seems but a mere mountain stream, brawl- 
ing over gray boulders in musical cadence. 

The early Indian occupants of this lovely valley pos- 
sessed no Whittiers or Longfellows, but the souls of some 
of them certainly must have harbored a poetic sense, for this 
shows in the very appellations they gave to some of New 
England's lakes and streams. Their "Smile of the Great 
Spirit," expressed in "Winnipesaukee," had its fit counterpart 
in "Merrimac" — "the strong and swift-gliding current." 

Even the site of busy Lowell itself was once the abid- 
ing place of the powerful Pawtucket tribe of Indians, attracted 
thither by the splendid fishing at the Pawtucket Falls. Evid- 
ences of the residence of these "first families" are constantly 
being unearthed in different parts of the Merrimac Valley. 




Summer life in Nerv England is ideal 



It was of this romantic period that Whittier wrote 

"Green-tufted, oak-shaded, by Amoskeag's fall, 
Thy twin Uncanoonucs rose stately and tall, 
Thy Nashua meadows lay green and unshorn, 
And the hills of Pentucket were tasseled with corn." 



It is while passing delightful, forested Tyngsboro, on the 
way to prosperous Nashua, that the river makes one of its 
broadest and most majestic sweeps and this is deservedly a 
favorite place of resort for the residents of the nearby cities. 
Here, as elsewhere along its course, one is fascinated by the 
marvelously beautiful reflections for which the river is famous. 

Nashua is an interesting and attractive New Hampshire 
city (for the state line has now been passed), albeit a manu- 
facturing center. It is at Nashua Junction that tourists en 
route to Mont Vernon, Milford, Wilmot and the Mt. Monad- 
nock country leave the main line of the Merrimac Valley 
Route, and the latter is crossed here by the Worcester, Nashua 
& Portland Division of the Boston & Maine System, connect- 
ing these three important cities and making an altogether de- 
lightful summer trip. 

For 1 7 miles beyond the train wings its way until the 
larger New Hampshire city of Manchester is reached. The 
route still lies, for the most part, along the western bank of 
the river and runs through a section that was once devastated 
by King Philip and his bronze cohorts. 





At Nashua Junction the tourist probably will have noticed 
the joining of another and smaller stream with the waters of 
the Merrimac. This is the Nashua River, one of the most pic- 
turesque of American streams, and, like the Merrimac itself, 
a veritable paradise of the canoeist. 

Canoeing, indeed, has been always one of the chief de- 
lights of outdoor life along the Merrimac, from its upper reaches 
to its mouth, since the early days when the Indians themselves 
set the style. 

Cities, towns, villages, smiling farms, bridges, white-paint- 
ed country churches and forest areas all pass in review like an 
unfolding panorama. Anon, a ponderous raft of logs, bring- 
ing with it a suggestion of the vast, sweet-smelling wilderness 
in the hill country above, drift slowly down with the current; 
or canoes, sail-boats or motor-craft appear. The river, indeed, 
is never devoid of life; for even in winter the skater and the ice- 
boat enthusiast take possession of its frozen surface. 

Manchester, although a great industrial and commercial 
center — the "Queen City" of the Granite State — has every 
right to call itself a tourist headquarters. Not many New 
England cities present a greater variety of attractive drives, 
and New Hampshire has few communities that possess such 
splendid residences and estates. 

Its rural scenery is delightful, and from the summits of 
the Uncannoonucs and other adjacent hills views of great 
beauty may be enjoyed. Manchester is also a transfer point for 



passengers booked for New Boston and other vacation centers 
on the North Weare Branch. 

One of Manchester's most prized possessions is lovely 
Lake Massabesic, island-studded and tree-bordered, a favorite 
resort not only of the residents of the city itself, but of hundreds 
of summer sojourners from Massachusetts and elsewhere. It 




is one of New Hampshire's most delightful water-sheets, afford- 
ing excellent fishing and boating facilities and unexcelled op- 
portunities for enjoying cottage and camp life. 

About ten miles north of Manchester lies the peaceful 
and picturesque village of Hooksett, a place that is pleasantly 
remembered by all travelers throughout the Merrimac Valley, 




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Babbling Broods and Silv'ry Waterfalls are typical of Nev> England 



by reason of the splendid falls which break the river at this 
point. These are among the finest waterfalls in New England, 
and their presence bespeaks potential manufacturing power of 
immense importance. 

Hooksett is yet another point in the valley whose history 
is associated with the ancient Indian occupation, and its site 
was once presented to the Massachusetts colonists by Passa- 
conaway, the noted sachem of the Penacook tribe. 

Threading a peaceful farming country, with the river 
not often absent from its side, the train speeds over a smooth 
nine-mile course to Concord, the delightful capital of New 
Hampshire and the birthplace of the "Old Home Week" re- 
union idea. Here is practically the geographical center of the 
state, as it is likewise the political center. 



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The outlying territory is of a pleasing pastoral character, 
a region of productive farming land, watered by the Merrimac 
and Contoocook rivers. Penacook Lake is also one of Con- 
cord's prized possessions. Not far away lie Lake Sunapee and 
Newfound Lake, both charming and popular summering places. 

An important member of the Boston & Maine System, 
the Concord Division, runs from Concord to White River 
Junction; but the route of the Winnipesaukee wayfarer lies 
over the White Mountain Division, whose final junction point 
is Wells River, Vt. 

Continuing northward over this division, Canterbury, the 
home of a celebrated Shaker community, a few miles from 
Concord, is passed. Next comes Tilton, a neat and thriving 




community, noted for its fine residences and well-kept thor- 
oughfares. In many respects, it is a thoroughly unique New 
England center and has many pleasant surprises for the visitor, 
notably in respect to its architecture and public sculptures. 
Moreover, it has an exceedingly interesting history of the ab- 
original era, the place at one time having been one of the most 
strongly fortified headquarters of the Indians. 

It is at Tilton that the tourist bids farewell to the Merri- 
mac River proper and begins to fraternize with one of its twin 
sources, the Winnipesaukee River, the other source being the 
picturesque Pemigewasset. 

The remaining stage of the journey to Weirs reveals 
scenic charms of bewildering diversity, for the landscape is a 
composite picture of rivers, lakes, farm lands, towns and dis- 
tant mountains. Little Bay, Lake Winnisquam and Great 
Bay consecutively pass in review, each with its individual 
claim upon the attention of the nature-lover. 

These pretty water-sheets, fit overture to the grand sym- 
phony of Winnipesaukee, are in reality a chain of lakes tribu- 
tary to the Merrimac at Franklin. 

Laconia is the last of this interesting series of New Eng- 
land industrial communities seen by the tourist ere he descends 
from his train at Weirs. It is a manufacturing center of no 
mean importance, its beautiful surroundings including Lake 
Winnisquam — a favorite camping place. Lakeport, where 
the traveler changes for Alton Bay and other points upon the 



Lake Shore Branch, if that be his desire, is near neighbor to 
that town, and indeed an integral part of it. 

Such are the charms of the favorite "Merrimac Valley 
Route." 

How different this royal highway from many that lead to 
the world's most desirable places! Soothed by that peace 
which comes only from the contemplation of a gracious land- 
scape, the tourist is now prepared for the sterner beauties of the 
mountains; but, behold, there is yet another surprise for him, 
for ere he has quite grasped the meaning of those towering, 
blue-mantled shapes to the north, Lake Winnipesaukee, "The 
Smile of the Great Spirit," breaks upon his astonished view in 
all its unabashed loveliness, 




"Set like a turquoise in the hollowed hills, 
Its white-capped waters with the sun ablaze " 

and making one of the most radiant pictures the mind of man 
can conceive. 

This glorious lake, the largest of New Hampshire's water- 
sheets, is one of the country's greatest vacation meccas. Hill- 
surrounded, island-studded, its crystal waters teeming with 
trout and bass, and bearing upon their surface a vast fleet of 
motor-boats, canoes and yachts, Winnipesaukee is without ex- 
ception an ideal American rest and health resort. 

Like its smaller but not less beautiful neighbors, the As- 
quam Lakes, it is a very paradise of the boy camper, and hun- 
dreds of these sturdy embryo American citizens spend their 





Historic spots are found at ever]) turn 



summers upon its tree-clad islands or around its shores. New 
England is having a wonderful development as a location for 
boys' and girls' summer camps, and not less than 10,000 of 
these youthful vacationists enjoy this body and character- 
building life every season. 

It will be of interest, in this connection, to note that Lake 
Winnipesaukee is the objective point of one of the most enjoy- 
able one-day excursions out of Boston over the Boston & Maine 
railroad. This trip includes a circuit of the entire lake on the 
commodious steamer employed in this service, with the added 
privilege of getting a good dinner on board. This excursion is 
one of the most important features of summer life in "Outdoor 
New England." 



Leaving wimpling Winnipesaukee with the regret that the 
departing traveler invariably feels, the tourist soon finds himself 
ascending the picturesque defile of the Pemigewasset valley, 
threaded by another charming stream that was a favorite of the 
Quaker poet's, and in the course of two or three hours is at his 
destination, which may be North Woodstock, Profile House, 
Bethlehem, Fabyan, Bretton Woods, Crawford's, Jefferson, or 
any one of a dozen other noted tourist centers in the wonderful 
White and Franconia mountain regions. 

Here he will spend a day, a week, a season, according to 
circumstances. He might stay a lifetime, and yet not know the 
inmost secrets of the mountains. The very air that fills his 
lungs when he steps off the train will make a new man of him, 




for it is new air and belongs to a world that is entirely different 
from his world. 

What do they do in the mountains — the tourists, the 
health-seekers? Ah, what is it they do not do? They ride, 
they tramp, they golf, ascend Mt. Washington by the cog rail- 
way and descend by the carriage road; climb the surrounding 
peaks like Swiss mountaineers, fish, play tennis, "loaf" on hotel 
verandas and mutely marvel at the sunsets; circle the great 
hills in motor-cars or tallyhos, visit the natural wonders of the 
region, and wish that life could be all one long, sweet vaca- 
tion in the mountains. 

There are lakes, and streams, and cascades to hunt up 
and admire; profiles, echoes and other "freaks of nature" to 
wonder at. The New Hampshire mountains, indeed, are a 
sort of eastern Garden of the Gods, each newcomer finding 
some additional marvel therein, and with Mt. Washington 
serving as its Pike's Peak. 

Of all the region's natural wonders, the greatest, the 
most awe-inspiring is the Crawford Notch, that deep, titanic 
gash which forms the eastern portal of the mountains. The 
world contains few more impressive ravines than this 1 5-mile 
chasm through the granite hills, and whether it be traversed in 
sunshine or in mist, by day or by night, the memory of the trip 
will never be obliterated. 

The preliminary railroad journey in connection with this 
route is in striking contrast to those by way of the Merrimac 




and Connecticut rivers, and yet it is an exceedingly interesting 
one, with the Crawford Notch for its stunning climax. 

Leaving Boston in the morning, the tourist enjoys a de- 
lightful daylight journey along the Massachusetts North Shore, 
the 1 6 miles of New Hampshire's seafront and a bit of the 
Kittery shore in Maine. Then the train runs northward 
through the fertile farming region of Dover, Rochester and 
Sanbornville, the latter but a few miles from Lake Winnipe- 
saukee. 

Beyond this point the scenery is exceedingly picturesque, 
for the country grows more mountainous with every mile cov- 
ered, and it is not long before the distant lofty summits of Wash- 
ington and his companions loom into view. 





Sparkling and inviting water-sheets, like Ossipee and 
Silver lakes, help to make gladsome the way, and ere long 
Chocorua and some of the nearer high peaks are close at hand. 
In the "vestibule" of the great Notch itself lie lovely North 
Conway and Intervale, the solemn and beautiful Cathedral 
Woods making secure the fame of the latter resort. 

In traversing the 30 miles between North Conway and 
the head of this Alpine Notch, the train ascends more than 
1300 feet, and the summit of the defile itself is nearly 1900 
feet above the sea. Perpendicular cliffs rise hundreds of feet 
above the railroad and are almost as terrible in their aspect as 
the towering walls of the Yosemite Valley. 




A mountain "Riallo 




The passage of the famous Frankenstein trestle is a trans- 
portation experience that has no parallel this side of the Rocky 
Mountains. Certainly there is nothing comparable with it as a 
thrill-producer in New England. 

The view looking down the Notch is conceded by the 
best authorities to be one of the grandest in America. En- 
joyed from the summit of Mt. Willard, nearly 1 000 feet above 
Crawford's, it is sublime. 

Such is the steepest, the wildest, the narrowest, the most 
picturesque and the most fascinating gateway to the rugged 
Highlands of New England. 

There are other delightful sections of the New England 
vacation region where one may sing with the bard : 

"Over the hills is all content. 

Far from the gall and sorrow 
Of letting life and love be spent 
For happiness that came and went, 

Or may not come tomorrow " — Witter Bynner 

Such a section is the "Monadnock Country," in south- 
western New Hampshire. This is reached in an hour or two 
from Boston by either Fitchburg Division, via Fitzwilliam and 
Keene, or Southern and Worcester, Nashua & Portland di- 
visions via Nashua and Elmwood. 

These routes are almost equally attractive, and combined 
they make a splendid circular journey — one of many delightful 
circuit trips that are possible, with Boston as a base. Mt. Mo- 
nadnock — one of Whittier's favorite mountains — and the ad- 




jacent Pack Monadnock are the special guardians of this at- 
tractive vacation land, but within a radius of 20 or 25 miles 
are many other sightly hills and "junior" mountains, such as 
Crotchet and the Uncanoonucs. 

This particular corner of the Granite State is the natural 
habitat of the "summer boarder" who prefers the more demo- 
cratic accommodations of the farmhouse or the small hotel, 
and hundreds of these repair annually to such enticing places 
as Dublin, Fitzwilliam, Troy, Rindge, Chesham, Spofford, 
Marlboro, Elmwood, Hancock, Harrisville, Jaffrey, Peterboro, 
Westmoreland, Keene, Francestown, Wilton, Milford, Amherst 
and Mont Vernon. 



The last-mentioned place, with an elevation of about a 
thousand feet, affords a superb panoramic view of the sur- 
rounding country, and is one of the best points from which to 
study the imposing outlines of 

"Monadnock lifting from his night of pines 
His rosy forehead to the evening star " 

Dublin, with its lovely lake, is a favorite summering place 
of noted literary lights and educators, and is one of the pret- 
tiest and best-kept towns in all New England. It contains, as 
does also the neighboring town of Peterboro, many fine sum- 
mer homes. The ascent of the Monadnocks and the enjoy- 
ment of the rare view from their summits constitutes one of the 
chief enjoyments of vacation life hereabouts. 

One of the special attractions of the region is the splendid 
collections of rhododendrons, comprising a tract of eleven acres, 
in Fitzwilliam, the gift of a wealthy Boston woman to the noted 
Appalachian Club of that city. This interesting and beautiful 
collection is said to be the only one to be found east of the Al- 
leghanies. It is visited every summer by large numbers of 
tourists. 



' Twice daily up to Salem's wharves the patient tide slips in, 
It lips the thrown-down granite, it lips the spiles worn thin, 
And, asking sadly at the flood, Are there no ships today? 
Returns, an idle current, into an idle bay" — H. C. Gauss 

Outdoor New England means something more than fields 
and forests, lakes and mountains, rivers and sunsets. It 
means, among other things, American History, to be studied 



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on the spot where it was made, through the medium of his- 
torical pilgrimages. 

From Boston and the other large New England centers, 
therefore, thousands of pilgrims — sometimes a majority of the 
delegates to a great convention — are constantly traveling to 
the many world-famous towns and cities in Massachusetts and 
elsewhere in which Colonial or Revolutionary history was 
created. 

Just as thousands of European tourists visit the home of 
Shakespeare at Stratford-on-Avon, so do thousands of Ameri- 
can travelers repair to Concord and Lexington, to stand rever- 
ently upon the spot where the first struggle in behalf of Ameri- 
can liberty took place and to gaze on the remaining physical 
mementoes of that fateful clash between the Minute Men and 
the British soldiers. 

In Concord, doubly endeared to the American public 
through its Revolutionary and literary associations, the visitor 
will find much that will unfailingly interest and instruct him. 
Its Old North Bridge, its statue of the Minute Man, its 
ancient Wright Tavern, its Sleepy Hollow cemetery and its 
eloquent reminders of Emerson, Thoreau, Alcott and Haw- 
thorne are but a few of its precious possessions. 

Lexington, with its immortal Green; Sudbury, with its 
Wayside Inn; Medford, with its ancient Royall and Cradock 
houses, all have a magnetic attraction for the visitor from be- 
yond the confines of New England. They are beautiful com- 




munities in their own right, too, and would be well worth 
visiting even if they were not of such historical importance. 

Then there is quaint, yet prosperous Salem, which was 
making American history long before the farmers of Concord 
and Lexington dreamed of the fame that was in store for their 
towns — Salem, with its tragic memories of the terrible witch- 
craft delusion of 1692, and the birthplace of the gifted Na- 
thaniel Hawthorne, author of "The Scarlet Letter." 

Throngs of visitors from every state of the Union come to 
Salem every year to look upon Gallows Hill and the site of the 
trials of the hapless victims; and nearby Danvers, which was 
really the place where the so-called Salem witchcraft phantasy 
originated, is likewise the mecca of these curiosity seekers. 



It is a far cry from the trial of Rebecca Nourse to the 
signing of the Russo-Japanese peace treaty at Portsmouth, but 
public interest in the latter is scarcely less marked than in the 
antiquarian lore of Salem. Ipswich and Newburyport, com- 
munities that are on the same line of railroad that connects 
Salem and Portsmouth, are two other places of considerable 
historical interest that are much visited. 

Then there are the literary pilgrimages, which carry visit- 
ing tourists to various parts of New England, sometimes in ex- 
ceedingly large groups. More than 600 persons in a single 
party have gone from Boston to "Whittier land," as Haverhill, 
where the poet was born, Amesbury where he lived and wrote 
many of his poems, and Salisbury, where he visited, are known. 

The home of Whittier in Amesbury, remaining today 
much as it was during his lifetime, has been called "the shrine 
of American literature," just as he himself was the poet of 
New England and of the common people. "The fame of 
Whittier," says one of his admirers, "will live as long as the 
Pow-wow runs to the Merrimac and the Merrimac to the sea." 

Hundreds of visitors come east to enjoy the privilege of 
entering the portals of the house in Portland in which that other 
splendid bard, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, was born; 
others find their way to the birthplace of the great Horace Gree- 
ley in Amherst, N. H. ; and yet others seek out the old home 
of William Cullen Bryant in the hill country of western Massa- 
chusetts. 



Even Brattleboro has achieved a new distinction, since it 
harbored for a time the redoubtable Rudyard Kipling. There 
are many, too, who take that delightful jaunt from Boston to 
Portsmouth by rail, and thence by steamer to the isolated 
Isles of Shoals, not only because those rocky islets themselves 
appeal to them, but because it was there that Celia Thaxter 
lived and worked and wrote her sweet songs. 




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New England also shares with the new empire of the 
west in memories of Indian warfare, and in almost every part 
of the vacation country are to be found evidences of the red 
man's occupation of the land. In different sections of the Mer- 
rimack Valley, and around the shores of Lake Winnipesaukee, 
are to be found relics of their forts, villages, plantations and 



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pow-wows; and to those of their white successors who possess 
the priceless gift of imagination 

' Moccasined feet glide o'er the pebbly floors; 
Hands long years quiet launch their bark canoes; 
Afar there floats the splash of gleaming oars. 
And the weird war chant of their phantom crews!" 

— Frances Bartlett 

Some of the fairest towns of Massachusetts could a tale 
unfold of dreadful massacre and devastation during the early 
Indian wars. 

The memorable warfare waged by King Philip between 
1 675 and 1 678, for instance, left desolate the towns of Spring- 
field, Lancaster, Deerfield, Hadley, Medfield, Groton, War- 
wick and Marlboro, and took one out of every 20 of the popu- 
lation. But few of the descendants of the New England 



Indians survive to-day, the only large colony of them (the 
Penobscots) living at Oldtown, Maine. A few of these spend 
the summer months at Intervale and other vacation resorts. 

Long and varied as is the foregoing roll-call, it by no 
means exhausts the attractions of Outdoor New England. Even 
the roster of its wild life has not been fully called. 

For example, the moose and the deer of the Maine wil- 
derness have their strange and exotic complement in the buf- 
faloes, elk and wild boars in the great Corbin game preserve in 
Newport, N. H., not far from Lake Sunapee, one of New 
England's fairest and most popular water-sheets. 

This, the largest game park in America, was established 
by the late Austin Corbin of New York, and contains 25,000 




acres. It harbors some 3000 wild animals, including the larg- 
est herd of buffalo in captivity, and the largest herd of elk east 
of the Rocky Mountains. This is a feature of outdoor New 
England life unknown to many of the section's summer 
visitors. 

Glorious though the outdoor life and scenery of New 
England may be in midsummer, it is when the Great Artist 
with giant brush and palette comes in the autumn and paints 
the leaves of tree and shrub with flaming yellows and crimsons 
that the landscape glows with its richest color and feeling. 

Every year greater numbers of our nature-loving Ameri- 
can people are learning to appreciate the benefits of an autumn 
outing in the mountains and the lake country. In many ways 
this is really the ideal time of year for outdoor life and recrea- 
tion, for not only is the temperature more comfortable than in 
midsummer, but the added clearness of the atmosphere, con- 
ducing to more extended views, and the tonic quality of the air 
that fills one's lungs, add appreciably to the comfort and pleasure 
of out-of-door existence. 

This, together with the glorious transformation of the 
landscape, leads many a lover of the open to chant in unison 
with the poet : 

' O sun and skies and clouds of June, 

And flowers of June together, 
Ye cannot rival for one hour 

October's bright blue weather." 

— Helen Hunt Jackson 



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The mountain linfys attract the cracfy golfers. 



The crowning accessory of late September and early 
October in the mountains is the autumnal foliage, which at the 
first caressing touch of the frost king, transforms the landscape 
into a " grand harlequinade of nature," and furnishes vast color- 
pictures that delight the eye and stun the senses. 

In every notch, valley and ravine, and upon the slopes of 
every mountain, large or small, the magic brush of the Great 
Painter leaves a riot of crimson, orange and gold ; and where- 
ever stands a maple, sumach or birch, there is a living rainbow 
of color. 

Only in the mountains may the full glory of the autumnal 
foliage be seen and understood, for it is only by standing upon 
the summit or higher slopes of some eminence and looking 



down into the brightly-carpeted valleys, perhaps a couple of 
thousand feet below, that any comprehensive idea of the extent 
and magnificence of nature's handiwork can be gained. 

More regal in beauty and picturesqueness than the most 
imposing coaching parade ever held in the White Mountains, 
or than the most glittering ball that ever took place in their 
palace-hotels, these wonderful outdoor displays of color are 
veritably "brighter than brightest silks of Samarkand." A 
brief communion with them has helped to carry many a wearied 
business man or society woman through the most trying periods 
of winter activity. 

Indeed, so strong a hold has this late-year carnival of 
Nature's already obtained upon the public that the railroad puts 
in effect special excursion rates, in recognition of its importance, 
while the mountain hotels are kept open much later than was 
formerly the custom. 

In fact, so insatiable is the public's desire for the enjoy- 
ment of the mountains growing that many are not even satisfied 
to prolong the outing season into September and October, but 
needs must take outings and vacations there in midwinter as 
well. 

This altogether commendable tendency has induced a 
number of the hotel managers to keep their houses open twelve 
months in the year ; so that the White Mountain season may be 
said to now be an all-the-year-around affair. 

As with every other phase of outdoor life there, the autum- 



nal foliage may be enjoyed in different parts of the mountains 
in different ways. The tourist looking down from the steep 
slopes of Mt. Washington, for example, would view with the 
poet 

"Great circles of rich foliage, rainbow-crowned 
By autumn's liberal largess"; 

but in the wonderful Crawford Notch, or in the narrow Fran- 
conia Notch, he would enjoy a more intimate view of the leafy 
pageantry. 

The tourist who enters or leaves this mountain fairyland 
through the Crawford Notch portal may view this impressive 
nature-painting from the vantage point of an open observation 






car. The scene that unfolds around him has been described by 
Samuel Adams Drake as a "bewildering melange of green and 
gold, orange and purple, crimson and russet," and the descrip- 
tion well befits it. 

Rich, indeed, is the banquet of scenery and color that he 
who makes the ascent of Mt. Washington by the cog rail- 
way and descends by the carriage road, enjoys ; for his return 
journey to his hotel-headquarters will take him through the 
magnificent fourteen-mile long Pinkham Notch and once more 
through the Crawford Notch, both of these grand defiles being 
bedecked in their autumnal draperies of rainbow hues. 

After such a treat as this, he can appreciate to the full the 
lines of the sweet southern bard : 



"Can heavenly bounty lavish richer stores 
Of color, fragrance, beauty and delight 
On mortal or immortal sight 
In any sphere that rolls around the sun? 

From Jefferson and its neighbors on the north side of the 
Presidential Range, a picture of the autumnal blazonry almost 
cycloramic in its scope may be enjoyed. If the summits of the 
mountains should chance to be snow-tipped — a not unusual 
thing at this time of year — then there is set forth a pictorial 
triumph that will never fade from the memory. 

In its own peculiar way, the lovely Franconia Notch, 
guarded by the impassive "Old Man of the Mountains," and 
possessing its wonderful Flume and Pool and the recumbent 
figure of Washington, has a unique interest to those who ad- 
mire the autumnal foliage. Differing from all the other moun- 
tain defiles, it is in the fall resplendent in color and warmth, 
from Echo Lake to North Woodstock. 

At Bethlehem and Maplewood, Bretton Woods, Twin 
Mountain House, Fabyan, Sugar Hill, Intervale, North Con- 
way, Jackson, Gorham, Randolph, Jefferson and in the charm- 
ing Pemigewasset Valley and elsewhere in the White and 
Franconia mountain region, there is also to be enjoyed "a revel 
of hue and dye, and carnival of tint and tone," amid which 
one may walk with uplifted soul "through rattling drifts of 
piled-up crispness." 

Mountain climbing, too, is at its best in the mountains in 
September and October, and in these days there are splendid 



paths and trails that lead one safely through practically every 
part of the marvellous hill country. 

Another important "fixture" of the New England oui- 
door calendar is the annual autumnal excursion arranged by 
the Boston & Maine Railroad, usually given the first week in 
October. Special trains convey the participants through the 
charming pastoral and hill scenery of central Massachusetts, 
including the Deerfield Valley, the Hoosac Mountains and 
Tunnel, to Albany, whence the excursionists enjoy the mag- 
nificent sail down the Hudson River to New York. This is 
one of the finest, as well as one of the cheapest, vacation outings 
ever advertised. 

To seek out and study the natural wonders of New 
England alone would require much time, for the region simply 
abounds in them. 

"The Great Stone Face" in Franconia Notch is perhaps 
the best known of these remarkable freaks of nature, and 
probably there is not a civilized community on earth where the 
classic features of this wonderful "Old Man of the Moun- 
tains" are not familiar. 

These strange manifestations of the Great Architect's 
moods are especially numerous in the White and Franconia 
mountains, and doubtless there are many others that are yet to 
be discovered. 

In this region, in addition to the Profile, are to be seen 
Washington Lying in State, The Flume, the Indian Chief, The 



Pool, Echo Lake, Lost River, Elephant's Head, the Giant's 
Stairway, the White Horse and many other of nature's vagaries 
including curious boulders, pot-holes and lesser profiles. 

There are several of these rock-carved representations of 
the human face at Lake Winnipesaukee ; and at Rockport, 
Massachusetts, the benign features of "Mother Ann" contem- 




plate the troubled Atlantic. There are "Churns" and "Devil's 
Dens," "Purgatories," "Ovens" singing sands, rocking stones, 
"ice caves" and "Haunted Glens" without number; and one of 
the fascinations of the outdoor drives and walks in New Eng- 
land is the always-present possibility of making new "finds" of 
this kind. 




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Abandon care, all ye who enter here! 

Sometimes these strange phenomena are not discovered 
until a casually-taken snapshot has been studied. In fact, 
some of the most interesting discoveries have been made in this 
way. It may be that there are no longer any new worlds to 
discover, but certainly the possibilities of our known outdoor 
world have not yet been exhausted. The very sky-lines of the 
mountains themselves are a perpetual source of pleasure to 
those who are gifted with the saving grace of imagination. 

There are even a few patches of primeval forest to be seen 
and studied in New England, strange as it may seem in this 
wasteful age of forest denudation. 

One of these unique and priceless groves is situated in 
the so-called Mt. Pisgah country, in the lower part of New 



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Hampshire, near the Connecticut River; and there is another, 
jealously guarded by its owner, in South Amherst, Massachu- 
setts, where the axe of the lumberman has never been swung. 

And speaking of "snapshots," what a wonderful country 
for outdoor photography New England is! There are count- 
less of its summer visitors who would consider their vacation 
almost a failure if they could not carry home with them photo- 
graphic evidences of their good times; and so it has come to 
pass that the snap of the camera shutter is heard throughout the 
land even more frequently than the crack of the hunter's rifle. 

At the winter reunions of New England vacationists — 
grown to be such an important feature of social life in the 
cities — and at camera club exhibitions in these same centers, 
the vacation joys of July and August are often lived over 
again through the medium of lantern-slide talks and exhibits of 
photographs. Almost every square mile of the vacation terri- 
tory, too, has its fascinations for the artists; and there are some 
places, like East Gloucester, where the summer contingent is 
largely made up of these. 

To the naturalist, New England likewise sends forth a 
strong appeal, for within its covers may be found practically all 
of the birds and animals indigenous to the northern and eastern 
United States and Canada. 

Beside the mighty moose and the fleet-footed deer, the 
fauna of the region includes foxes, wildcats, raccoons, hares, 
rabbits, red and gray squirrels, chipmunks, beavers, weasels, 
muskrats, porcupines, bears and other of the "furtive folk," 



and one of the most interesting of modern outdoor pastimes is 
to shoot these care-free denizens of the forest and the field with 
camera, instead of with gun. 

The opportunities for the study of bird life are especially 
fine. The northern song birds abound everywhere, and even 
the noble American eagle may be tracked to his nesting-place 
in such natural retreats as the Frankenstein Ledge, in Crawford 
Notch, and Mt. Kineo, at Moosehead Lake. 

On the Maine coast, near Machias Bay, there is even an 
island leased by the National Audubon Society and specially 
reserved for the preservation and propagation of eider ducks, 
gulls and other wild birds. It is estimated that fully 10,000 
gulls make this island their headquarters, and sometimes there 
may be seen the remarkable spectacle of 2000 or 3000 in a 
single flock. 

The New England flora, of course, is something that 
appeals most potently to summer sojourners of every age, from 
the toddling infant up. From mayflower and rhodora time to 
the month of the goldenrod and the wild aster, all New Eng- 
land is a sort of eastern California, its fields and roadsides and 
hill slopes a floral mosaic of wild roses, mountain-laurel, black- 
eyed Susans, wood violets, twin-flowers, fire-weed, blue flag, 
wild clematis, mulleins and scores of other lovely blooms. Even 
the flowers and lichens of the Arctic and sub-Arctic zones are 
represented on the summit of Mount Washington and else- 
where in the highland sections. 




In the departments of geology and mineralogy New Eng- 
land presents yet another interesting field of exploration, even 
gold and silver being among its possessions. There are excel- 
lent handbooks of the history, geology, fauna and flora of New 
England; enough of these, indeed, to fill a good-sized library. 
A list of them can always be obtained by applying to the Pas- 
senger Department of the Boston & Maine Railroad. 

Perhaps foreseeing that the Twentieth century would pro- 
duce some whose "wander-thirst" would not be quite satisfied 
with the exploration of New England's 42,000,000 acres of 
territory, a generous Providence fashioned, on a most liberal 
scale, a vacation "annex" to it, in the shape of the Canadian 
Maritime Provinces. 



In New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and Prince Edward 
Island, with their thousands of miles of rugged seacoast (count- 
ing all its devious windings and indentations), the scenery, the 
climate and the opportunities for outdoor recreation that apply 
to New England itself are practically duplicated — in some in- 
stances accentuated. 

Here is another vast recreation ground, made up of wil- 
derness, seacoast and farming country, and watered by count- 
less lakes and rivers, in which hunting, fishing, canoeing, bath- 
ing and all the other characteristic New England outdoor 
pleasures may be enjoyed to the limits of one's capacity for 
them. 

Much of this delightful territory is bathed in an atmos- 
phere of history, tradition and romance — the country of Evan- 
geline, and Cape Breton, for example — and all of it is surpass- 
ingly lovely, from a scenic point of view. 

Then there is the picturesque island colony of Newfound- 
land — called by many travelers the Norway of the new world, 
and which, geographically, is virtually part of the Maritime 
Provinces. This fascinating and little-known country is linked 
with New England much more closely than most people imag- 
ine, for it can be comfortably and quickly reached by rail over 
the Boston & Maine and its connections with a necessary water 
trip of only a hundred miles. 

Newfoundland, with its rugged scenery, its quaint out- 
port life, its superb caribou hunting and its royal salmon fishing. 





is, therefore, virtually a part of the New England vacation 
country. 

So, also, is the picturesque Canadian province of Quebec, 
with its charming St. Lawrence river scenery and its vast "big 
game" preserves. It immediately adjoins both Maine and 
New Brunswick, and has practically the same physical charac- 
teristics as these. 

One of the loveliest of Quebec's summer vacation corners 
is the Lake Massawippi country and the vicinity of Sherbrooke. 
Indeed, North Hatley and its neighboring Lake Massawippi 
communities are among the most delightful of all the New 
England-Canadian resorts, and attract hundreds of vacationists 
from the United States and Canada. 

Glorious Lake Memphremagog, with its beautiful border- 
ing mountains, is shared by both Quebec and Vermont; and 
the tourist who selects this part of the summer country for his 
outing will make no mistake. 

Northern Vermont, indeed, is in every way one of New 
England's most attractive and healthful summer regions. In 
fact, the entire Green Mountain State, with its superbly beau- 
tiful Lake Champlain of historic memory, its cloud-piercing 
Mt. Mansfield, Camel's Hump and Jay Peak, and its alto- 
gether lovely valleys and farmlands, seems to have been fashioned 
for vacation purposes. 

It is a land flowing with the honey of the maple and 
the milk of human kindness. 




A memory of the winter fireside 



Much of it is historic ground, too, for the hills and vales 
of old Vermont still breathe the spirit of Ethan Allen and the 
Green Mountain Boys; and Bennington, Fort Ticonderoga and 
Crown Point are not yet forgotten by the American public. 

Such are a few of the pleasures, the contrasts, the patriotic 
associations and inspirations, the body-building, mind-soothing 
attributes of Outdoor New England. 

"O, to be again at leisure with the happy birds and bees, 
Roaming in the scented clover, comrade of the vagrant breeze; 
To forget the stress of business and its problems hard and deep, 
And to feel the joy of living, and to know the bliss of sleep; 
Just to be a child of Nature, as in blessed days gone by, 
Lover of the fields and mountains, owner of the earth and sky." 

— E. JJ. Lente 

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